
"Escaping to this valley, one finds oneself at the end of all roads, separated from the world by high mountain chains, surrounded, protected, a high and tranquil valley; its nights are cold...".
While visiting the exhibition, at the Berardo Museum, I remembered how it had fascinated me reading Gertrude Bell´s biography as a teenager. Things come together in a funny way, marking us for ever, it seems.
References like "the journey as exile" and "an escape forward" ring a very familiar bell...

Right: Gertrude Bell
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